Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) (4 page)

Glazov

I buried my face in her hair and listened to her gasp as I ripped her blouse from her body. My hands made their way to her back and unclasped her bra, unveiling two perfectly shaped breasts. Small pink nipples poked out, and my mouth watered to suckle them.

I tore at her skirt and was grateful when it fell to her feet. Now, only thigh-highs and a G-string stood in the way of my mouth tasting every inch of her. I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to look me in the eye. “You are so fucking beautiful, Kathleen. I need you to listen and listen well. If you move from this wall while I’m making you come, I will take my belt and mark you so severely that you won’t forget to obey me in the future.”

I bent down to slowly run my hands up the outside of her soft thighs while I looked up at her. I gently hooked my thumbs under her G-string, never breaking her gaze, and pulled the scrap of material down her long, smooth legs. I could smell her desire for me, and the wet spot on her panties told me she wanted me as desperately as I wanted her right now.

Had she thought about me the night before? Had she been plagued with thoughts of me being buried deep inside her? For the first time I could remember, I was completely distracted by a woman, and I was not a man given to distraction. In my line of work, being distracted could get you killed, yet I’d been unable to think of anything but her from the moment she stepped into my office. The only way to get her out of my system was to take her, make her mine, and put her in a position where she stayed under my watchful eye.

“I can smell your desire for me. You want me as badly as I want you. I’m certain you’re confused at to why you want to fuck a killer. You’re always such a good girl, an upstanding young lady, but I’m giving you permission to throw caution to the wind. Give in to the feral side you were never aware was a part of you until now… until me.”

Kathleen

I couldn’t understand why my body was on fire for this arrogant man who was telling me I now belonged to him. He was issuing mandates, asserting that I owed him my life in exchange for Robin’s debt, and it was all turning me on.

His mouth sucked, nibbled, and licked my breasts, nipples, and abdomen. He kept exploring my body, continuing his journey down until he reached my mound. He pinched the inside of my thighs sharply as a way of commanding me to spread my legs.

“You better not fucking move those arms from above your head!” he growled, almost as if daring me to defy him.

He spread me open, thrust his middle finger up inside me, and began licking me with fervor. I wanted my hands in his hair. What he was doing felt so good.

His eyes watched me as he licked, sucked, and pulsed his tongue on my now engorged pearl. Over and over, he would bring me right to the verge of climax, only to leave me teetering on the edge.

I started to beg him, crying out to please just allow me to reach the pleasure my body so desperately craved.

“I’ll do anything, anything, anything, Glazov.”

He added another finger to the one he already had inside me and began to softly pull them back towards him, curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. I could feel him massaging my g-spot. Logically, I knew what he was doing, but I had never experienced the sensation before. I had convinced myself, as many women do, that no such place existed in the female anatomy. This stranger was showing me just how real it was and that it wasn’t a sexual myth.

“That is exactly what I wanted to hear, Kathleen. I want to know that you will do anything.”

He spread me open once again, pumping his fingers and licking me as my body trembled, and again, I swore I would do anything.

He peeled me off the wall and laid me down on the bed. His eyes never released mine as he undressed. I started to kick my heels off, but his voice stopped me in my tracks as he growled, “Did I tell you to take those off?”

I was stunned and said nothing. I could never remember a time when a man addressed me like that in the bedroom. This man was different. He needed complete control in the bedroom and in every area of his life.

I could hear his pants unzip, and he leaned over to whisper in my ear, “You are going to need to be wet.” I knew he was forewarning me his manhood was proportional to his massive body size. The way he was mentally pulling me in was as attractive to me as any body part could be. He was so commanding and so in control, never once breaking eye contact with me. It was a turn-on I had never before experienced with any other man. Glazov was seducing me in mind and body, an art most men never succeed in mastering.

“Glazov, please don’t hurt me.” His only reply was to remind me not to move my hands from above my head. I had never been in a position where I had to beg a man to be careful, but his size was intimidating, to say the least, and I could only surmise that included
all
of his anatomy.

Glazov

I wanted to flip her over onto all fours and sink my fingers into her ass cheeks while I fucked her brains out. I wanted a visual of that sweet little opening of hers while I thrust every inch of my thick member inside her. I couldn’t do that though; this woman was a lady. She wasn’t like the women I met at the places men like me frequent. I never took my eyes off her as I reached over and took a condom out of the nightstand drawer.

“Let me touch you,” she pleaded. Her voice may have sounded like she was pleading, but I could see the challenge in her eyes. I chuckled as I nodded, giving her permission.

Her soft thumb ran over the bulb of my shaft, spreading the pre-come already there. A guttural growl emitted from deep in my chest. “Fuck, girl, ah that feels good.” She licked her dainty little lips as she purposely ran her moistened thumb underneath the ridge of my shaft. A shudder rolled down my spine at the sensation, and I grabbed her hand to jerk it off me. She was going to make me lose it before I even started. I tore the condom wrapper with my teeth and rolled it over my cock. I wanted to be sheathed inside her body, and I wanted it now.

I mounted her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Where did I tell you those hands had better be?” She immediately moved them back above her head. The position lifted her tits so they were positioned right by my mouth. I wrapped my plump lips around one and applied suction.

I pushed into her hard and hissed, “Mine!”

Her mouth fell open on a silent cry, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I had to stop a moment just to watch her, completely mesmerized by how her body responded to me.

Watching her grab at the pillow and twist the pillowcase to keep from disobeying me had me so hard it hurt. I slowed down and reached a hand between us to rub the soaked opening of my little victim. She did exactly as I predicted; she screamed out my name and begged me for orgasm after orgasm.

I knew as I watched her, felt her, took her, and fucked her that I would never let her go…

I watched her sleep as I smoked a cigarette. She was stunning. Her skin was like white porcelain, and her auburn hair cascaded down over her shoulders and breasts in ringlets. I wondered if her bare little pussy had red hair when it was grown out, and I made a mental note to make her stop shaving so I could see.

I’m glad your friend stole from me, Kathleen, because now I own you.

Kathleen

I was glad to wake up the next day alone. I took a moment to gather my thoughts as I looked around in wonder at the opulence surrounding me.

The room was decorated in masculine décor, and it was nothing shy of stunning.

High-end antiques, the kind you can only find overseas in Europe, were scattered all around the room.

Large six-foot vases, adorned in golden luxury, were placed on either side of the entrance to what I assumed was a bathroom. A huge walk-in closet was over to the side of the massive four-poster bed that I still lied in.

The Egyptian cotton sheets were the softest I’d ever felt. It was obvious my blackmailer was rich from his illegal activities. I wrapped the sheet around my nude body and made my way to the bathroom. Though there was a Jacuzzi tub that tempted me, I chose to jump in the shower instead. I needed to get to work and carry on with my life as if a known killer hadn’t just kidnapped and threatened me.

When I found my brand of shampoo and conditioner in Glazov’s shower, I should have realized Glazov had been keeping tabs on me since before my employee confided in me about her debt. How long had he been watching her? More importantly, how long had he been watching me?

I let the warm water cascade down my sore body. What I didn’t understand was why the rough sex Glazov subjected me to the night before turned me on so much.

I opened the shower door and jumped when I saw Glazov leaning against the bathroom sink and eyeing me coldly. He’d been silently watching me through the shower door, and I hadn’t even noticed. I noted he had a tendency to stalk me. I would be more careful from now on; my life wasn’t my own anymore. I gathered my senses and grabbed a towel. I flipped my head over and wrapped my hair in it turban style.

I grabbed the other towel, wrapped it around my body, and then moved to exit the shower as if his presence was no big deal. I turned, rubbed my hands over the fog on the mirror, and then grabbed my purse to begin the task of applying my make-up.

I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders, and he turned me around to face him. “Where are you flying away to, my Ptichka? Did I give you permission to go, or did you forget our arrangement so quickly? I would hate to see your friend meet an untimely demise.”

“I have to go to work, Glazov.”

He chewed up and down my neck as his hands removed the towel covering my body.

“I have to go home.”

“You said that you were going to work, Ptichka. Which is it?”

He sunk his teeth into the curve where my neck met my shoulder, and a jolt of desire coursed through me.

He turned and lifted my body before he set me on the counter. His thick Russian accent sounded more pronounced than usual as he whispered threats in my ear. “I’m watching you, Ptichka. I’m always watching you.”

I jumped as he pinched my still sore inner thigh. I knew it was his way of commanding me to spread my legs again.

“I like watching you.” He thrust his middle finger into me, manipulating my clit with his thumb while he talked. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

He was right in my face and glaring at me as my breathing became labored and my head flopped to the side. “Fucking you last night was like coming home. I’m not letting you go anywhere, not today and maybe not ever.”

He picked me up, and my head fell against his large chest as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t feel like my captor or my blackmailer right now; he felt like a man my body was screaming out in need for.

He laid me back down on the bed and tore out of his clothing, eyeing me as if he were a man starved and I was a smorgasbord. I watched as he, once again, tore into a condom packet and sheathed his large member.

He pinned my legs back and buried his face into my wet hair. “Beg me to fuck you, Ptichka.”

I sucked in my breath as he pushed his full girth into my tight opening. “Please, Glazov, don’t hurt me.” I could feel my opening stretch to accommodate his size.

“I want to hurt you. There may come a day that you beg me to hurt you.”

“Fuck me, Glazov! You feel so good.”

He straightened and placed one of my legs over his shoulder, ignoring my whimpers as I begged him not to hurt me. I could see that my begging only turned him on, and in an odd way, it gave me a sense of power.

His thumb manipulated my clit as he slowly pumped in and out of me, watching my face and sensitive to every nuance. “You better not come without asking my permission. I’ll hurt you if you do, Ptichka. Your orgasms belong to me now. No pleasuring yourself anymore, and God help you if you fuck another man.”

He brought me right to the brink of release and stopped.

“Glazov, please! You feel so good.”

“Tell me why you call me ‘Glazov’ first.”

“It just suits you. You look like a Roman gladiator or a Russian boxer. Please fuck me, Glazov!”

He stared into my eyes as he thrusted in and out of me while rotating his thumb on my clit.

“Come for me, Ptichka,” he said calmly. I was falling apart, and he sounded like he could be discussing the weather or the time of day. The way he was looking at me made me feel like he could see right through me or, perhaps, inside me. It was like he was some kind of interrogator demanding to know my innermost thoughts, the things I kept secret from the world around me. I spent my whole life building a wall of professionalism around me to guard myself from the world. I worked in a man’s world and had mastered keeping my professional and personal lives separate, not that I had a personal life. It had been forever since I had a sex life, and when I did, it was nothing like this. I didn’t normally open up to people, yet this Russian mobster was reaching inside me and scooping out my core at will. He was demanding I lower my guard, and his intensity made it impossible for me to resist his onslaught on my soul. He had set his sights on me, and I would never be the same again.